Life's Too Short Novels & Stories

Diving into a pool full of horse shit is way better than having memories of someone you never made up with. Life is a fucking whore, but it never gives you a good fuck. Anyways, let’s begin today’s confession. LIFE IS HARD THEN YOU DIE THEN THEY THROW DIRT IN YOUR FACE THEN THE WORMS EAT YOU BE GRATEFUL IT HAPPENS IN THAT ORDER  DAVID GERROLD

ME, MYSELF AND I ******************* ANGELA’S POV ******************* “LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE '' is my new motto. Life is indeed short, and tomorrow might never be. A sad fate, but someone’s reality. I had earlier refused to go to the Fernandez party with Caleb when he asked me because I was not in the right frame of mind. How do I go partying when my life was crumbling before me; when my life was enveloped by grief? It was indeed a sad phase for me.

I heaved a deep sigh after as I looked at the mowed grasses in the area. “Grass cut like that takes a longer time to grow back. The shorter the better, but not in the lives of people,” I said, glancing at Adalee. “Huh?” “Life is short, but became shorter because some people wants to end it much sooner. Lucky are those grasses when mowed, but will still grow back. Unlike people’s lives, when cut and ended, no matter how long you’ll wait, you can never take it back,” I whispered, then smiled bitterly.

“𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗰𝘂𝘁. 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼

Hua ameer dil ghareeb Tujhe chaahun betahasha zehnaseeb Zehnaseeb, Zehnaseeb Tujhe chaahun betahasha Tujhe chaahun betahasha (O my good luck, I love you beyond limits, O my good luck.. (O the one) Near me, my beloved, I love you beyond limits, O my good luck..) ᪥Salam lovelies ᪥ ᪥So here is the chapter ᪥ “Life is too short as we all know it to be. So why dare to spend it trying to live up to other people’s worldly expectations of you?”

"It reminded me of how short life is. We might grow old enough to actually be like immortals. Heck, some people are able to achieve immortality but there's always an end to everything. In death. It doesn't have to be physical death. Heck, immortals die a thousand times while still living." "Life is short, Lillith," Leon replied. He was enjoying this conversation with Lillith. She was a smart woman. Thoughtful and deep thinking and he loved that for her. "It's so short that we spend most of it trying to just be alive instead of living. I have always known this but I have never taken it so seriously until you talked about it. Life in itself is short and there is literally nothing we can do abo

I mumbled, sourly, rolling my eyes. "Give him a break, he's the one extremely excited for our wedding," Rai stated and I smiled, excited for it myself. I thought about it all and shrugged as I dialed Fernando. I explained everything I wanted him to take care of and he was happy to hear about Rai and I. After hanging up, Rai grabbed my hand and pulled me along through the remainder of the museum. As we continued our tour my thoughts became scrambled in my brain as I recalled my father telling me that Death and Life couldn't be soulmates. I gritted my teeth and looked down feeling a jolt of sadness brushing my heart. I truly loved Rai, for that I had no doubt but I had loved Miguel and it hadn

After all, my words have never truly reached you. I stared at the stars in the distance and clenched my jaw tightly, forcing myself to hold back from explaining. Just then, fireworks lit up the night sky outside. It was Halloween that day. I gazed at the stars and sighed softly. Before I knew it, I had already held on for three years. Three years ago, my ex-husband, Lucaro Ricci, died in an assassination attempt. After his death, he remained by my side as a spirit. I sought out a priest about this issue. He told me it was because Lucaro loved me too much, and that his love had become an obsession, preventing him from ascending to heaven.

(Everyone had to die one day But let's see, who will take the shock of Someone's death) (Who will be happy and who will cry Let's see, who will come on my funeral) **** Kya pata kab mout ka paigaam aa jaye. Na jaane kab zindagi ki aakhri shaam aa jaye, Main to intezaar karta hu kisi aise waqt ka, Ki meri zindagi mere dost ke kaam aa jaye. (Who knows, when the death is near Who knows, the last evening of our life comes I am just waiting for the time that That my life would be useful for my any friend) **** Mehfil bhi royegi, har dil bhi royega

After I unzipped the compressed file, I played the video. In a church that had seen better days, a young man, looking to be about 18, was playing an old piano. The sunlight streaming in illuminated his bleached shirt, causing him to almost glow. The clean, innocent vibe he gave off was like a breath of fresh air, a gentle spring breeze caressing one lightly. Despite only half her face being visible, it was clear from Sylvia's profile that she was smiling gently. Her gaze was also full of adoration as she lost herself in the soothing music.